Rooted deep in the valley floor, roots drinking clean river water, a solitary oak endures for 400 years. Generations of birds, small creatures and insects have occupied its branches and nested within it, its canopy safe haven for deer and fox. The life of tribes, villages and towns has orbited its sphere through years of changing seasons. The searing cry of the hawk and children's hands at play, gatherers and cultivators, harsh and fair weather, starry nights and the near miss of axe and saw, making up the history of its days.